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North, Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
[TO WORCESTER. Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone?
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; And when I urg'd the ransome once again Of
my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. Wor. I cannot blame him; Was he not pro
claim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?
North. He was; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy king (Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered. Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's
wide mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of
Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortiiner Heir to the crown? North.
He did; myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. But shall it be, that you,--that set the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man; And, for his sake, wear the detested blot Of murd'rous subornation,-shall it be, That you a world of curses undergo; Being the agents, or base second means, The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather0, pardon me, that I descend so low, To show the line, and the predicament,
an eye of death,] That is, an eye menacing death,
Wherein you range under this subtle king.
chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility and power, Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, --As both of you, God pardon it! have done, To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off By him, for whom these shames
underwent? No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves Into the good thoughts of the world again: Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd* contempt, Of this proud king; who studies, day and night, To answer all the debt he owes to you, Even with the bloody payment of your
deaths. Therefore, I say, Wor.
Peace, cousin, say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick-conceiving discontents I'll read you matter deep and dangerous; As full of peril, and advent’rous spirit, As to o’er-walk a current, roaring loud, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. Hot. If he fall in, good night:-or sink or
swim :Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple;-0! the blood more stirs, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.
North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
8- this canker, Bolingbroke?] The canker-rose is the dog, rose, the flower of the Cynosbaton.
4-disdain'd-] For disdainful.
Hot, By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities: But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Those same noble Scots,
I'll keep them all;
You start away,
Nay, I will; that's flat: -
5 But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!] A coat is said to be faced, when part of it, as the sleeves or bosom, is covered with something finer or more splendid than the main substance. The mantua-makers still use the word. Half-fac'd fellowship is then
partnership but half-adorned, partnership which yet wants half the show of dignities and honours.” JOHNSON.
- a world of figures here,] Figures mean shapes created by Hotspur's imagination.
you, Cousin; a word.
Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Boling broke: And that same sword - and - buckler prince of
Wales, But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison’d with a pot of ale.
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient
North. At Berkley castle.
say true:Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! Look --when his infant fortune came to age, And,-gentle Harry Percy,—and, kind cousin,0, the devil take such cozeners!--God forgive
? And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales,] A royster or turbulent fellow, that fought in taverns, or raised disorders in the streets, was called a Swash-buckler, In this sense sword-and. buckler is here used,
Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; We'll stay your
I have done, i'faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. Deliver them
without their ransome straight, And make the Douglas' son your only mean For powers in Scotland; which,—for divers rea
sons, Which I shall send you written,-be assurd, Will easily be granted.--You, my lord,
To NORTHUMBERLAND: Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, Shall secretly into the bosom creep Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd, The archbishop.
Hot. Of York, is't not?
Wor. True; who bears hard
Họt. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
slip. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble
And so they shall.
8 I speak not this in estimation,] Estimation for conjecture.
let'st slip.] To let slip, is to loose the greyhound.